PUBG Nightmare Player System

With the frying pan in his hand, Ye Lang succeeded in winning the chicken-eating throne among more than a dozen players in red.

"You are so amazing, little brother, you are so handsome when you throw the pot!"

Tuantuan said in his teammate Mai.

Although it was a compliment, Ye Lang always felt something was wrong.

At this time, there was another burst of 666 brushes in the live broadcast room.

"666, what else do you know about the anchor?"

"I feel like he can do anything!"

"Ye Lang, the god of the pot, is so terrifying!"

A barrage scrolled, and at the same time, many local tyrants swiped gifts in the live broadcast room.

"My surname is not Wang and I gave it to the anchor Huya No. 1 × 6!"

"Peach Crisp to the anchor Huya No. 1 × 2!"

"Pippi shrimp to the anchor light stick X66!"

"Pikachu girl gave the anchor hotpot X5!"

...

Ye Lang took a look. The audience in the live broadcast room was very enthusiastic tonight. They didn't hesitate to pick up gifts one by one. The gift income in the live broadcast room tonight is estimated to be in the millions.

This is quite a terrifying data. Which live broadcast room can attract millions of gold in one night?

Ye Lang is probably the only one!

Under the leadership of Ye Lang, more and more Chinese players poured into the North American server, one by one, wearing red clothes, teamed up to deal with the players in the North American server.

The players in the North American server are of course not vegetarians. Soon, several game guilds in North America began to organize counterattacks. The players in the North American server spontaneously put on black clothes, in stark contrast to the red-clothed army of the Chinese players.

The North American server at the moment can be said to be quite chaotic, and it has completely relied on the color of the clothes to distinguish the enemy and teammates.

In the new game, after Ye Lang eliminated a North American server player, he changed into the opponent's black clothes.

The group next to him asked curiously, "What are you doing, little brother?"

"Spy 007, officially launched!"

Ye Lang said with a smile.

Tuantuan was shocked: "Little brother... Are you going to be an undercover agent?!"

The audience in the live broadcast room suddenly became excited, but Ye Lang did not expect such operations.

"666, this is too showy, but can you hide from them, the anchor?"

"It's awesome plus, I'm looking forward to it more and more."

"666, a survival game was turned into a spy game by you."

"Hurry up, I want to see it!"

...

After seeing Ye Lang changing his clothes, Tuantuan was also eager to try: "Little brother, I'll go in with you as an undercover agent too, I'm very professional!"

Ye Lang shook his head and said, "You can't."

Tuantuan was not convinced: "Why?!"

"You don't even know English, how can you be an undercover agent?"

Ye Lang said with a smile, "You'd better fight the enemy on the frontal battlefield with peace of mind."

"Humph."

Tuantuan said stubbornly: "Actually, I still know a little bit, and normal communication shouldn't be a problem."

"Just your Sichuan-style English?"

Ye Lang said jokingly.

"I…"

Tuantuan was choked all of a sudden, and said angrily: "Hmph, ignore you, I'll go to the big army."

Fans in the live broadcast room could not help laughing when they saw the conversation between the two.

"Hahaha, Tuantuan's English level is beyond words."

"Don't speak English, she has a Sichuan flavor in Mandarin."

"Tuantuan's Mandarin is really ordinary..."

…

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed,

When Ye Lang was separated from Tuantuan, he drove a motorcycle to the place where the black-clothed army gathered.

Looking at the people in black gathered in front of him, Ye Lang guessed that there should be a dozen or twenty people!

very good!

Ye Lang immediately drove towards them on his motorcycle, and was quickly stopped by someone.

Immediately opened all the microphones and shouted: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, your own!"

Ye Lang, who is proficient in foreign languages, this fluent English will not arouse any suspicion at all, and quickly mixed in.

Mixed into the crowd, Ye Lang sneaked to the rear of the enemy, switched out the grenade from the backpack, and threw the mine while running!

One by one grenades flew out of Ye Lang's hands and flew towards the place where the crowd gathered, instantly creating an artificial bombing zone!

One after another roars sounded, and there were bursts of dust flying. Ye Lang dropped 78 grenades this time.

The position of each thunder is carefully studied by Ye Lang, which can maximize the damage!

Players were killed one by one in Ye Lang's hands, and killing prompts appeared one after another.

"The player used a grenade to blow up the player yfgga!"

"Player eliminated player fffggs with grenade!"

...

"Ding Dong, nightmare value +243+134+453...!"

After the man-made bombing was over, there were only neatly arranged boxes left in front of Ye Lang...

Ye Lang walked over slowly and picked up all the useful things in the boxes. Among them, grenades and smoke bombs were what he needed most at the moment, the must-have artifacts for undercover agents!

The audience in the live broadcast room was already boiling.

"Tianxiu! This motherfucker is Xiu'er!"

"Fantastic plus! I served you!"

"Hahaha, sooner or later I'm going to be scolded to death in this live broadcast room, this anchor is really too showy and too strong!"

"It turns out that learning an extra foreign language is always useful."

"I shed tears of regret for my poor English..."

...

After killing a bunch of black-clothed soldiers, Ye Lang drove his motorcycle to continue to look for his target. After walking around for a long time, something very embarrassing happened.

He was chased by his own people, and several players in red were chasing him behind his ass, still shooting him from time to time.

"Your sister, going undercover really isn't a job done by humans!"

Ye Lang said aggrievedly, that there were about four or five people chasing him, and they held on to him tightly.

The audience in the live broadcast room had already burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, sooner or later I will die of laughter in this live broadcast room."

"China's No. 1 sniper tragically died in his own hands."

"You guys are too bad. Brother Ye Lang is so powerful. There must be a way to get rid of them."

"It's not very good to do it, and it's not very good if you don't do it. The anchor is really difficult!"

...

Chased by four or five of his own people, after escaping for a while, Ye Lang quickly saw the black piles in front of him, and immediately drove his car excitedly.

My dears, I finally found you!

Ye Lang drove over, turned on all the microphones, and said, "I finally found the big army. I was almost killed by these Chinese people. Brothers, it's up to you."

"It's okay, by the way, what happened to the explosion just now, how did we kill so many people?" one of the men in black asked.

Ye Lang replied in fluent English: "It's too hateful to say, there is a particularly powerful player in Huaxia called Ye Lang.".

Then he said with a slightly exaggerated exaggeration: "He is simply a devil. It's terrible. He sneaked behind us quietly, and then threw a bunch of grenades."

"Fortunately, I ran faster, otherwise I would have been planted in it too!"